You walk around hell, the clouded skies and the path below you feel farmiliar for how long you've walked around.

Three figues suddenly broke the isolation, you approach the and.. they're all exactly the same? They shortly noticed you.

"A human in hell? A real living human!?"

the three demons spoke in unison, like they were one being.

"Please take us with you! We must go to the surface!"

The three surround you in a curious swarm. Personal space clearly doesn't exist in hell.